Insecurites

In the shadows, I rest.

Near the heart, I remain. 

I swallow your happiness.

And leave only, the pain.

I am the insecurities,

The voice inside your head, 

I am the bringer of bad fortune,

I make sure your inner fire remains fed.

I warn you of bad choices,

About the heartache, I worry. 

And though I spend time planning,

Your pathway remains all blurry. 

I don’t try to be a bother,

I just care about you too much.

And though I try to comfort you,

I am still cold to the touch.

I wish we could trade places.

So you could see, I don’t want you to feel blue.

Though you cannot ever see me. 

For I am inside of you.